The Ronnie era was a rock solid, efficient, self-aware time for Black Sabbath, and folks pretty much dig both Heaven and Hell and Mob Rules, as they should.
Lineage-from Milligram and Lamont, placing them in Boston’s gulping hardrockcore and whoop-ass drunk-speed-rock by the 40 oz. It rumbles exactly right.
A spin-off of Cave In. Sick in the same way as the early, super-distorted Hellacopters records and Life of Crime/You Can’t Pray a Lie-era Laughing Hyenas.
An amazing piece of genre-defying high concept pop metal, an album of a type only five or so bands could ever dare issue, and all of them from the ’70s.
They’re capable of staggering work, showcasing a retardedly advanced sense of melody, yet they put out disappointments between great records. Like this one.